Another World: My life is on the hook!

It's a big gamble.

Because he knew all along that the rule of this dream was to constantly cycle between the end and eternity, like a ouroboros. When one extreme is taken to its extreme, it will give birth to the next extreme, and that was the rule he wanted to take advantage of.

So he divided himself, one side maintaining the end, while the other forcefully accelerated.

He entered the game himself, playing against himself.

Or perhaps it was a stroke of luck.

Or perhaps he is the only one who has experienced eternity and the end.

He won the bet.

Just before his true self was finally lost, the second End he created finally, in that ultimate evolution, forcibly completed this insane reversal.

"You mean..."

Lynn stared at him blankly.

The old man took a deep breath and said:

“That’s right. My original body is actually dead, and the me in front of you is just the half he left behind.”

One returns to eternity.

An incarnation comes to an end.

Fate is both laughable and tragic. He was originally a pioneer in the fight against eternity, but in the end, he had to use eternity to fight against the end he had brought about.

"and after?"

Lynn trembled, speechless.

The old man fell silent.

How can two extremes exist in the same era, since they are inherently opposed?

In the end, one side could only annihilate and assimilate the other. He began the struggle once again, but how could those who chose to follow him know that what they were fighting against was the terrifying calamity that he himself had created?

"What does it matter whether you win or lose? No matter which side gains the final dominance, it will usher in a terrible era."

Either return to eternity.

Either you fall into the end.

"At that time, I couldn't possibly defeat him. I was too small. I burned my world, I burned my best friend, I burned everything to get this moment of barely surviving."

He looked up.

"But it's just a matter of prolonging its life."

The trend toward the end has already taken shape, and any attempt to go against it will only result in a tiny ripple in the course of history.

Lynn listened in a daze, her mind wandering again and again.

But he knows.

Ultimately, that calamity did not annihilate the entire world.

Because if it weren't for this, none of this would exist today, and there would be no Trinity legacy.

"what have you done?"

Lynn asked.

The old man looked up and said:

“He will definitely devour me. He will not stop until He has assimilated me, because only the complete unification of this great dream can determine the direction of its evolution. But for me, this is also an opportunity.”

He was thinking about it; he had been thinking about it all along.

How can we break free from this terrible cycle? How can we prevent this grand dream from repeatedly heading towards that recurring extreme?

Through repeated contemplation and decision-making, he finally came up with a possible solution.

"I want to preserve this broken era."

"If we can keep this process stuck in the middle of this cycle, so that the end can never come and eternity can never approach, then maybe one day... this dream can stop, and perhaps at that time, I will truly know what I, as the dreamer, have experienced."

His gaze fell upon Lynn, and he gave him an answer.

And that was the day.

He made a decision.

He bid farewell to his dearest friends and those who followed him, and once again he entered the game with his own body, embracing the endless end with this eternal form.

“He will chew me over with this endless time, and I will fight against him with this eternal essence.”

"And this new grand dream is the battlefield between him and me."

That's why there was such a crazy fusion of order and chaos.

There is the constant struggle between the end and eternity.

As long as that calamity cannot engulf him, he cannot become the true Lord of the End. And as long as he persists long enough, this mechanism will be stuck here forever until it breaks down and fails.

Lynn trembled; it took him a long time to process what he had said.

And if you say.

If what he said is true, then perhaps this is the real history.

All of this was beyond his imagination.

"In other words, the main universe that formed in our world, and all its laws, the orderly birth and destruction, are actually..."

"Lynn asked, panting,"

"it's all me."

"That's what the old man said."

"However, it might not be what you think. From the moment I was devoured by him, all that was left was the struggle between concepts. But for those beings who were born by chance in my concepts, each clash was a span of millions of years. Life is but a fleeting moment, how many people can witness it?"

"what about now?"

Lynn took a quick step forward and asked.

"If you are the order within this dream I'm in, can you still manifest?! Are you still there?!"

The old man stopped.

The pitch blackness reflected the deathly stillness of the scene, preventing Lynn from seeing his expression.

Because it is obvious that after he personally entered the fray and engaged in that eternal struggle with the calamity, he was still able to manifest in the outside world and give the Dream Weavers' ancestors a legacy. So, can he do the same now?

"If you're referring to the current me, then I should already be dead. This war will obliterate everything, leaving only the turmoil of pure concepts. I can't survive this endless expanse of time."

The figure stood in the darkness, with its back to him.

"But if I really do leave something behind outside."

He turned his head and glanced at him sideways.

"Then perhaps you have already found the answer."

……

Lynn didn't understand what he meant, and just as he was about to press on, the figure began to disintegrate little by little, turning into endless points of light.

Only his last voice echoed in the darkness, rumbling like an old dream.

"Don't think about how to defeat Him, because the moment you defeat Him will be the beginning of eternity... and for you, it will also be an ending you cannot bear."

"But how do I take that step!"

Lynn gritted his teeth and shouted amidst the boundless points of light.

I am not you!

"How can I possibly conjure up even a trace of eternity within this end?! How can I continue this struggle?!"

In the hazy dream, the recollection of this distant past also begins to collapse with a rumble.

But at that very moment, when Lynn suddenly opened his eyes in reality, his pupils dilated violently, just like that distant history, the accumulation of countless years that carried the dreamer, was also imprinted page by page into his consciousness as that old dream collapsed, fitting perfectly as if it were the history you had experienced.

From the scorching flames to the crimson pain, from the end that the black fire points to, to the final struggle and gestation in the ultimate nothingness.

That wisp of eternity blooms like a flower in the flames.

And those words echoed in his heart once again.

eternal.

It can only become a weapon in your hands.

But you must not chase after it.

Because that will be a deeper suffering than the end.